I’ll never understand why I always lose one sock from a pair doing laundry…or the mysterious black hole that swallows my keys when I need them. Among life’s eternal mysteries, here’s the one that puzzles me most: why does DBS therapy nail the monumental job of straightening my twisted gait but is helpless to quell the haphazard game of “twitch” my feet play when I lay in bed at night?
Is utter stillness too much to ask? Alas, my lower limbs still refuse to fully obey me. As for my natural writing arm, improvement is one painfully slow sentence at a time.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m the consummate DBS groupie. This surgery literally changed my life. I went from crawling along the street with my walker, sporting comfortable sneakers, to prancing down the avenue – nary a twist – in any shoe or heel I fancy! But at nighttime, Mr. Hyde morphs into twisty Dr. Jekyll. Some nights it’s the left foot, some nights it’s the right foot and calf, some nights I strain to distinguish left from right.
I look forward to the day when I can enjoy a relaxing recline in bed without my foot doing the twist!